the boy next door

Chapter one:

The boy next door

      I remember it well; I was sitting on the sofa at home, alone, when dad came in. I could tell he was in a bad mood when I heard the door slam. I ran in to my bedroom and text jack to come home as soon as possible. There is only one thing he does when he comes home and is in a mood…. Me. I knew any moment he would burst through my door as usual, no one could stop him from getting what he wanted, he was getting closer and closer to taking my virginity at the tender age of thirteen. He always hit mum and beat up jack, pretending that nothing had happened the next day. As if we were one big happy family, no problems and not a care in the world, that’s what the neighbours thought. The bruises and scars accidents from games, tripping down the stairs, falling over. He came in and dragged me out of my room, down the stairs and into the dining room, I was crying silently whilst he undressed me, I knew how angry he would get if I said anything I made the slightest noise. He has broken my ribs before now. I was sitting in the corner naked; my knees under my chin trying to hide myself, wishing the ground would swallow me up there and then. The evil man who I once called daddy was now undressing himself. Where the hell was jack? This was the furthest he had ever gotten. He licked his lips and came towards me.

Liam (jacks best friend and the boy next door) burst through the door and pounced on him, beating him up, he got everything he deserved, he was then joined my jack, my big brother. They threw him out onto the street with a promise that if he ever came back, they would kill him. My brother and his best friend, two unlikely fifteen year olds had just saved me, not from that monster but a life of misery and depression, I’m scared, but not as bad as it could have been. I still have trouble when people touch me. Since my father started abusing me and things got really bad, Liam slept in my room every night without fail. I can only imagine how mad jack would be if he ever found out. This is why he can’t ever know. He’s very protective of me, and now you know why…  

THREE YEARS LATER:

Liam had his arm wrapped around me, his leg slung across me. I would have been happy to stay like that all day, but it was 6’oclock and time for Liam to go home before his mum wakes him up.              “Liam?” I said repeatedly. He stretched his arms above his head then said whilst yawning “good morning beautiful” he then pulled me on top of him, is erection pressing against me. This was nothing unusual though; he usually always woke with one, when it first happened it was really weird, he was so embarrassed he nearly cried. He spoke to his dad that night and he said it was completely normal. I bet he didn’t know there was a girl where he slept. He usually went to bed with one as well. No one knows about our little arrangement. He was so sweet and understanding at night. He always held me when I cried or had a nightmare about my father. I couldn’t sleep without him, I feel really bad because he’s stuck with it too, he can’t sleep without me either, or so he says. It started when I was eight years old and he was ten, he saw me crying through my window as mine and his are across from each other, it’s just a short walk across the garage roof. Jack was bleeding from my father’s relentless beating. He had told me to lock my door, he did too. I still lock my door now even though he is long gone. Since he left mum got a new job which means she travels a lot, sometimes I don’t see her for weeks at a time, but its fine, I have jack and he has me. Jack and Liam look after me, I’m damaged goods. Emotionally anyway. “Liam? A little tight? Can’t breathe over here! You have to leave anyways.” I hated people touching me. Even handshakes. Only jack and mum could tyouch me without me panicking. And liam. It was  second nature having him all over me at night. If anyone else touches me I panic. He whispered while loosening his grip. Sleep swallowed me up.

I was suddenly aware of a banging. I checked my phone and it was half seven. It was jack banging on the door telling me to get up. Liam went to speak but I covered his mouth with my hand and shouted to jack “wont be a minute.” At this point liam licked my hand making me draw it back in disgust as I laughed. He smiled at me then hopped out the window. I pulled on my skinny jeans with a red vest top and my red converse Frankie bought me for my birthday and I walked down the stairs to get some breakfast, feeling and looking like shit because I got up late. No time to straighten my hair. Just threw it up in a messy bun. Fabulous. As I walked into the kitchen liam was leaning against the counter eating MY cereal! I hated day liam with a passion, hes jush a jerk. Sweet night liam however… I think I might be falling for him… but day liam is a player and a arsehole. Him and jack wer rambling on about their last football game. Liam drove us to school and when arrived we were surrounded by their skanky fans. I wondered off towards my fans leaving then behind.